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Becky & David Masturbating

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Becky and David MasturbatingOne of the pleasant memories from the years when Becky and I were together was of times when we would both masturbate, for our own pleasure and that of our partner, combining as it did elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism as well as masturbation.Here's how we would do it. First we would both strip naked. I loved to see her nude, and I enjoyed having my penis visible to her. We had a large bed in an upstairs room with no curtains. The evergreen Florida foliage that surrounded us was our only protection from onlookers. We would climb on the bed, our eyes glued to each other's nakedness. We would lie down on our backs so that my head pointed in one direction and hers in another, with a pillow beneath each of them so we could have a good view of the sex apparatus and charms of the other. Then we would spread our legs apart (and by this time, of course, I was always looking to see what delights would be presented to my eyes). She would place the back of her knees on top of my kneecaps, so that our legs formed a diamond, with sex at two of the four points.Then we would each begin stroking ourselves in the way that gave us the most pleasure. No need for nude pictures when you have a live nude partner right there to fulfill your fantasies. Not only could we see what the other was doing, but we could also, because we were touching at the knees, feel--as the body of our partner began to squirm and pick up rhythm as the effects of the masturbation began to be felt.I found the view wholly delightful. Becky was always the most sexually appealing woman I have ever known. I loved the way her sex opened. I loved the folds of her lips within. I loved the sound made by their moistening and her caressing. I loved to watch the gentleness with which she stroked herself--always kind of a model for femininity in my mind. I loved the sounds that came from her mouth as she began to be carried away.And I, of course, was beating away at my penis in the way that felt best to me. When she looked with curiosity in its direction I could feel it throb in my hands from the thrill of her interest. As my pleasure mounted, I would be thrusting my hips and raising her legs up by the movement of mine beneath. My cock would lengthen and stiffen and darken, the head becoming purplish. My fingers would be fondling the nut sac beneath, and running through my pubic hair. I would start to take deep breaths, and gutteral sounds would come from me, in a tone never heard except in times of sexual pleasure.We could start and stop so that the timing of our pleasure would be more or less coordinated. When we finally decided to come, we could climb that peak together, showing our partner the strokes that gave us the most pleasure, demonstrating the tempo with which we could play our sex organs like musical instruments, sharing the sounds of ecstasy in a wordless conversation.And finally, of course, we would come. It was always a thrill for me to feel her sexual movements. My penis took on a life of its own, throbbing and spurting out its cum until I had a nice pool of that pearly essence floating towards my belly button. We would both be gasping for breath, and we would stay there in that intimate position until a wonderfully deep post-orgasmic rest came over both of us.Ah, those were the days. There were many variations, but this was one of the great ones.(submitted with love and affection by David, the penised half of the masturbating duo)

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